Unexpected

First Day

It's been three days since Patrick and I ended our toxic relationship. Today is the day I am finally being released from the hospital and going to Boston. I grew up in Boston and I've missed home so much. It's my whole childhood. As my parents sign me out of the hospital I wait patiently in the lobby. I feel fine physically but mentally I feel like I'm dying. I feel awful, hurt, broken. Ever since Patrick stormed out of my hospital room he hasn't called, texted, or anything. I haven't bothered to reach out to him just because the sound of his voice would brake me even more.

"Ready Freddy?" my mom asks after signing the hospital papers. I nod my head and get up with my crutches and crutch to the car. We drive to the airport in silence and listen to the radio. I try to block out the world and fall asleep so that I can forget all of this for a little bit.

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I awake to a person violently shaking me. I open my eyes to find my dad standing over me motioning me to get out of the car. I grab my crutches out of the car and get out. I crutch the check in section to find my best friends there waiting for me. Lindsay, Abby, and Emma swarm me with goodbye hugs and kisses. I start to tear up and tell them I'll visit as soon as I get better. We say our goodbyes and my parents and I wait in front of the gate for our plane to board. We wait about thirty minutes and then finally our plane is called. I get up and find my seat with my parents and carefully place my crutches in the cabinet above my seat. As I sit down I start to think about how different my life is going to be without Patrick in it. Or not seeing Lindsey, Abby and Emma everyday. The thought of it all makes me cry. I contain myself and fall asleep on the plane again.

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It feels so good to be back in the home I grew up in. My big blue house has flowers around the front garden and the red front door has a wreath of flowers hanging on it. I grab my crutches and go as fast as I possibly can knowing that Bruin is going to greet me at the door. Bruin is my family's dog that we adopted when I was 14 years old. Since my family has ways been big hockey fans and we lived in Boston, we named him Bruin. He's a yellow lab that loves attention. I open the door and low and behold there's Bruin wagging his tail.

"Hello puppy! Oh how I've missed you," I giggle while petting his back. When I'm finally done petting Bruin I crutch upstairs to my room. I've never been so excited to see light blue walls. My queen size bed is up against the wall perfectly made just like I left it. Everything is how I left it. I look into my empty closet and find a bin of things labeled 'trophies'. I open it up and find all of my softball and soccer trophies. I stare in awe at them. Oh how I missed the excitement of stepping on to the field and playing. I looked forward to every weekend when I was a kid. I couldn't wait to play the sports I love. After I was done sorting through all sorts of trophies and awards from my past I laid down on my bed and stared at my white ceiling. Just as I was about to sleep my phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Hey Olivia it's me. Jonathan."

"Oh hey Jonathan. What's up?"

"Nothing I just wanted to make sure you landed safely because I know Patrick is too much of a baby to ask you."

"Yes, I landed safely and I'm unpacking my bags right now. Thanks for asking."

"Yeah no problem. So when are you coming back to Chicago?"

"Um Jonathan I don't think I'll ever be going back."

"What? Why?"

"Patrick and I are over and he obviously doesn't miss me too much cuz he didn't even say goodbye and doesn't seem to care if I landed safely or not."

"He cares about you a lot. He's a mess right now he's just trying to get himself back together before the game tonight."

"Alright. Well I'm gonna go finish unpacking. Good luck tonight. Tell Patrick I said good luck."

"Will do. Bye Olivia."

"Bye Jon."

I hang up my phone and my head begins to spin. What if Patrick really did miss me that much? Could he really not get me out of his head? Since I'm thinking about him now, I can't either. Ny thoughts drown me into a nice peaceful sleep.

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I wake up right in time for the Blackhawks vs Flyers game. I turn the tv on in my room and go to channel 807. Patrick isn't starting and I don't blame Coach Q for not starting him. I have this weird knot in my stomach that's telling me Patrick is not going to have a good game tonight. Patrick finally gets on the ice with 18:43 left in the game. He circles around the puck and somehow misses it leading to a clear breakaway for the Flyers. Thank god for Corey Crawford. Crawford saves the puck and the face off is to the left of him. The referee drops the puck and the puck is on the Flyers defense mans stick. He slides the puck over to his defense partner who Patrick should be watching and making sure he's not open. The defenseman shoots the puck, 1-0 Flyers.

"Damn it Patrick," I mumble to myself.

The game goes on and Patrick hasn't had a good shift the entire game. It's the third period and the Flyers are winning 2-0. Patrick has -2 points tonight and has had 1 shot on goal all game. Jonathan slides the luck over to Patrick on the right wing who is on a clear breakaway now. He tries to go top right but gets stuffed. There was no one on him or even close to him and he basically gives the puck to the other team. He slams his stick against the boards and skates to the bench. That was the last shift Patrick played tonight. The Hawks fell to the Flyers 3-0. I couldn't believe how bad Patrick played. It was so painful to watch. I turn my TV off and toss and turn trying to fall asleep. I can't help but blame myself for Patrick's performance tonight.

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I wake up to my alarm clock telling me it's time to go to work. I put on my black slacks with a blue button down blouse and black pumps. I put on some bracelets and a necklace to add some bling to my outfit. I go down stairs and I'm swarmed with the smell of bacon and eggs. I eat quickly so I won't be late and thank my mom for breakfast. I drive to my new office and I'm greeted right away by my new boss Mr.Fell. He shows me my new office and I immediately start to set my belongings in the appropriate places. I put picture frames on my desk of Abby, Lindsey, Emma and I at a Blackhawks game. I put everything else away and sit at my desk in my new comfy chair. I look around my office in awe. I am then interrupted by a sudden knock on my door.

"Come in."

"Hello Olivia I just came by to drop off some files for cases that I want you working on."

"Okay yeah that's fine. Thank you," I say taking the folders and putting them on my desk for me to sort out. After I'm doing looking I log onto my new computer and open my email. I find 2 emails, one from my brother asking how I am and another from Mr.Johnson wondering how my job in Boston is going. I quickly respond to both emails and then get back to work. My phone vibrates letting me know I have a text message.

"Hey girl miss you lots. You going to the Bruins vs Hawks game on Tuesday?
Please go because I'm going and bringing Abby and Emma with me.
-XOXO Lindsey."

I completely forgot about that game. I respond to Lindsey saying, "How could I miss it? Do I need to buy tickets?"

"No of course not. I have them for you. We are meeting at Panera before the game so be there."

"Okay sure thing :)"

I put my phone in do not disturb so I can actually get some work done. The rest of the day goes by so fast that I don't even realize its already 6:24. I log off my computer, lock my filing cabinets with my new cases, and soon pack up my bag. I lock the door behind me and drive home. My mom already ate dinner along with my dad. She left all the left overs on the stove for me to heat up and eat. I put the left over pasta with chicken parm in the microwave for 45 seconds. I pour myself a glass a of milk and take my plate to the table. I sit and eat my dinner alone with my thoughts. Today really tired me out so after i finished eating I went upstairs, washed my face and brushed my teeth. I jump into bed and fall asleep instantly. My new job really has me tired.